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"Haaaaaaappy weekend, Tiny-- what." Arthur's scowl is deep, wiping his joyous grin in a snap as he turns from his place in the kitchen and watches Bruce enter the apartment. He kills the stove. He can make spaghetti later-- it's more important to come over and grab Bruce by the chin, lifting it to stare at the blooming black eye. "Who did that to you?"
Bruce can't help the soft swear under his breath as Arthur clocks his injury instantaneously.
"No one, Arthur. I swear, I'm fine, alright? It was no big deal."
He knows how protective Arthur is, and while it makes him feel so safe with him, he also knows that the man will obsess until those who've hurt him feel his wrath.
Desperate to get him to calm, Bruce beams up at him as best he can.
"Dinner smells really good. Is it almost ready?"
